Your Smile Poetry Novels & Stories

"Clause, is that smile your happiest smile?" That's right, for the past half month like that person's shadow, you've always wanted to ask why you have to forcefully smile when you don't want to? Maybe he smiles beautifully, but to him, that smile is really ugly and very heavy, every time he sees it, he feels his heart throbbing again. Can you make him smile the happiest? "Aren't you going home?" "I'll be right there." The smiling Clause also stopped walking fast. Now it understands what he means, having friends to play with is not too bad!

LUNA Somewhere in this world, there are beaches. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, strolling barefoot on the sand, inhaling the salt air, tanning under the sun. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, running along the shores, her hair swaying in the wind, her eyes so bright, her laugh so loud that everyone looking at her wonders how happy her life is. —Luna's journal Smile. Don't show your teeth. Open your eyes. Don't open your mouth. Smile.

I pleaded and he shook his head. “I’m fine, all I want to let you know is beauty is never a curse, it never was and it never will… Even if thousands of men surround you, it’s no reason to be mad. Carry on with your life, don’t let them spoil your mood, a frown is all it takes to make a beautiful girl ugly and a smile is all it takes to make an ugly one beautiful. Don’t let anything or anybody turn you into a grumpy troll. This is why people always give the compliment a beautiful smile and never an ugly smile.” He advised with a small smile and I couldn’t help but smile too. “How about lunch… Thank you so much…” I said apologetically, my eyes brimming as I waited for an answer.

“Staaahp.” I can tell she wants anything but for me to stop. From the way her smile is widening, she’s loving every word. I smile back at her, chuckling as I drink her in. “I think you like it. I mean…” I lift my hand in a semi dismissive motion. “What girl wouldn't want to be considered spiky and pokey and sweet all at once.”

I turned to him slowly. My lips curled. And I smiled. Not soft. Not sweet. A smile carved from everything he'd failed to break in me. This smile is proof—proof that something in me still fights, still resists, still refuses to be his. It was the smile of someone who had stared into the abyss and refused to blink. The smile of someone who had been pushed to the edge and chosen to stand rather than fall. It was defiance crystallized into expression, rebellion distilled to its purest form.

and then she smiled My heart beat stopped She smiled at me My firecracker just smiled at me, a real smile for that matter My heart felt lighter even as I watched the taxi drive away I may not have gotten that kiss, but seeing that smile was enough to make a splendid evening for me

It makes me lose my damn mind. Papillon lifted a microphone and did a tiny rap, giggling so sweetly it punched the air out of my lungs. "Are you that excited?" I asked, admiring her smile. When she smiles… the world should stop. But it better not stare too long. Because I'd kill them. Papillon's smile belongs only to me. "I'm so happy! I'm more than happy!" she shouted, running back and jumping into my arms, hugging me tight.

There are places waiting, hidden just beyond the fear, and every time you smile, I know the way is clear. So don’t forget to smile, even when you’re tired and afraid, your smile invites me to an ideal world we haven’t made… yet. $$$ «Remember to smile, there are still beaches left to find…» The song wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was gentle. Almost whispered. I recognized the voice—and the words pierced through me with unexpected clarity. «Remember to smile…» Mom used to sing that part slightly off-key, exaggerating the word smile like it was a spell. She said that as long as there were beaches left to walk and places left to discover, life would always have an exit.

I let it. It is a smile. A real one. The kind that comes from somewhere deeper than politeness or performance, the kind that arrives unbidden and stays without asking permission. I cannot remember the last time I smiled like this. Possibly never. Certainly not in any context I would recognize as my own life. The smile stays. I let it stay. ---

Not something pathetic, for a few seconds, I can’t speak. The city lights continue sliding past outside. Finally, I manage a weak smile. “That’s a nicer way of saying stupid.” To my surprise, the corner of his mouth moves. Barely……But it’s there. A smile, a real one. The sight startles me so much that I actually stare. Dante Wolfe smiling feels like witnessing a solar eclipse. .